07 - Sarah

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I look at you longingly,
Maybe you'll catch a glimpse of me;
Lost in the pools of your eyes,
In which I lose myself.
Oh honey, save me from falling for you,
For I know if I do,
l may not stand up ever.

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EMMA

A new day, a new beginning. I got up very early to get ready for college, and pack up my food, consisting of some savoury veggie sandwiches and pasta, for my family was vegetarian. They'd been British by nationality, but I'd been born and brought up in Texas itself. Oh, and I also loaded some bread pieces for the little pups I'd befriended.

I had really strict parents, I couldn't bargain for the American lifestyle and parenting, because they weren't American. There's a thing about how some orthodox parents are severe, especially when one of them is Indian, and how they have an inclination for their child to be the most obedient, as if no kid more disciplined than theirs must exist. I was one of them, my mom was Indian and dad British, whose father had been in the military, urging him to be strict as well. And mom, well, she was Indian, so how could I expect her to be any less strict than dad?

I drew my car out of the parking garage, and left home early in the morning, driving all the way to my university. It had been a long route, but driving in the morning really helped me freshen my mood, and I'd always loved to drive, and feel the air thrust on my body, gently stroking my hair.

It was a lovely day in the city of Austin, and I found myself making it to college in thirty minutes. I entered, and suddenly became mindful of the fact that I had to look on to people.

"Bella and Stella are going to be there, Emma," I found myself consoling my poor ass.

On my way to the classroom, I ran into those pups again. Ah, their charming eyes as pearls of oysters, glimmering under the gleam of the sun rays, would always hold me captivated, and I remembered without delay that I'd also packed some bread for them. I took it out and fed them, to see them wagging their tails out of happiness. My heart always had a great corner retained for these little animals, because they're so charming, and they don't hurt you, I mean, unless you hurt them. Was the same true for humans? I doubted so, and cringed at the fact that I'd forever been hurt and betrayed without any cause.

I aspired that humans wouldn't hurt me unless I hurt them, and if that would've happened, I would've never been hurt.

Resuming the walk to my classroom, I caught sight of a couple, definitely seniors, who were making out near the fountain, under the beautiful morning sky. Ah, so much of passion in the morning itself. There were two types of people, first, who couldn't even have a bath before coming to college, and second who'd freshen up themselves with a quick make out session.

I liked neither.

I was the one who used to wake up at dawn, go to my lawns, and meditate a little, squatting on the fresh, green grass. The birds chirping were a bliss to my soul, as if replenishing all the energy and giving birth to good vibes inside of me. I'd glance up at the clouds, the marvellous morning sky, and take some snaps, of the distinct shades and hues the sky would own. I'd always loved to capture everything I found beautiful, to reserve it for later. Photography had been among the many things I'd absolutely adored. And oh, my meditation period in my small garden also involved watering the plants, and having small talks with them. I realise I'd sound insane when I say this, but it felt as if the flowers and the leaves were cherishing my presence with a smile, when I fed them with water. Then I'd go to have a warm shower, followed by preparing myself and my parents a good breakfast, have it with them, and leave for college.

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